A shot from this morning, before SteelyKid had gotten dressed:
Why is she balanced precariously on the arm of that chair, you ask? So she could do this, of course:
This was the exciting game of the morning: climbing up on the arm of the recliner, then doing a dramatic drop back to the seat. Over, and over, and over, with much giggling.
Hey, you might’ve done the same, if given an armchair of the appropriate scale. SteelyKid sure made it look like fun…
For most of my youth I had a beauty of a little scar on my forehead from bouncing on upholstered furniture and coming down head first and hard on the corner of a table. It was wild laughing and joy; then tears and blood. Took a good number of stitches to keep the skull from peeking out. With time the scar faded and now you have to know where to look and catch it in the right light to see it.
I once broke a coffee table playing keep-off-the-ground: it could bear my weight standing, but not jumping off the top of the door. On a related note, don’t teach preschoolers to jam up door-frames unless you’re willing to deal with falls from height. Also, don’t get caught by your tutor at university jamming up a nice tall corridor outside her office because you were bored. You have so much to look forward to!